CEREBRAL EFFUSION LYRICS

1. Horror And Torture Beyond The Agony

They have discovered me! Know that they'll catch me! But I want to continue enjoying the wines and the anguish of my dismantled and carved toys. I cannot resign to this sickly and assassin ludopathy. So I decide to deliver my life to death to keep on playing. A dynamite charge and I disintegrate in million and very small pieces of meat in front in your noses, splattering all of you completely with my guts and my blood. Once left back to earthly existence I found the victims that delighted and recreated me in my previous life. For my rejoicing, I'm going to be able to continue inflicting suffering my buddies again. Joining them in a eternal spiral of torture, pain shouts and joyce. Nothing comparable to the previously lived!!

2. The New Gynaecologycal Method

The think that is only opening their legs and showing their cunt to a stranger. Apart from exhibiting their most private parts are going to suffer the greatest of the aberrations and humiliations that by my head happen. I tie your feet and hands, and I cut your vaginal lips with a vistoury, starting from the superior ones and continuing with inferior ones. I throw ethylic alcohol on your clit, to make you twist by the pain, whore!! With this same alcohol I burn all your pussy hair and I enjoy myself with the smell of a burnt bitch. Let me introduce you my most preferred tool, a great steel vibrator, surrounded in barbed wire, that I myself designed and made. I'm tearing your vagina and your convulsion of pain excites me a lot which I bristle until bursting them with my hands, and then my face is soaked with your blood, flows and tinkle. I'm biting and eating your cunt from the inside, sure that nobody has eat it this way, true? Then I take you uterus off. I surround my dick on it and I masturbate myself. I cum while you agonize, this is the top of the sexual pleasures, for a cunt explorer like me.

3. The Pleasure Of The Absolute Domain

I feel completely pleased when I dominate somebody totally. The pleasure of the absolute superiority produces and enormous euphoria, allowing a massive and venous erection. The feeling of the explosion of my dickhead seizes me and I can't avoid my injected eyes leaving their orbits, is in that precise moment when I can't contain myself and the sexual violence begins. The pressure produced by his narrow sphincter in my great cock, leaves me to where the anal deliriums are so extreme. The blood that brings out of his anus stinks from my bollocks and continues to my naked ankles, leaving an enormous pool on the floor. Can't avoid to tight his atrophied genitals and producing him deep and long cuts wounds on his back. The cruel strike on his ass, increase the sweet drops that slide by my back coming near to the crack of my anal sphincter. The scent of blood and the emanated stench excites me gradually. Ejaculation is imminent. Nevertheless, when I'm coming on his mouth, I realize he doesn't breathe at all, it's gone out of my hands, my little brother is dead. Cold sweat cross my exhausted body, I've lost my sexual toy...I must find out another tetraplegic, a new doll that would make me feel that absolute domain once again.

4. Hidden Insanity

I know that is inside me. Is lodged, it grows and reproduces left-hand sided and quietly. What for others is a disease and for me is and intense delight. When my mind succumbs and it totally alienated by the incessant search to inflict suffering and extermination, only simple perception of a life being, explodes the accumulated evil that's me, turning it brutal hatred. Now I don't think, I only act, to tear existence, to strangle souls, to take brains, to carve up spirits, to trample lungs, to vomit life. When I'm in calm again, my deliriums and paranoids get bigger as time goes by. And even though I'm trying to escape from the jail that this anguish produces, doubts and questions. Has it happen? Or has it happen only in my head? Blood and Dry Guts impregnate my clothes and body stars running over and over again. Then I don't act, I only think.

5. Addiction

Your body needs new feelings. If everything you've tasted and introduced in your body is not enough. Here you have the best prescription to obtain the infinite pleasure, Just get it! Take the first one you see alone, behead and take him to your homemade laboratory and dismember the asshole, when the blood hasn't lost it's heat yet. Put the pieces in a mixer and the sound will increase your desires. Later on leak the liquid to separate the bones, juices and putrid flesh. Now mix this fluid with the one of those previous bastards who have been your ingredients for this mixture of pleasing, necessity and satisfaction. Introduce the result in a big syringe and punctuate it in one of you expectant and trembling veins, these infected organisms. You must prove the experience of feeling how you've robbed the life of others and you turn it into drugs to satiate you degeneration. Or will you enjoy more providing it to yourself or creating this flesh drink? The noise of the beater, of the bones and the splattered organs, it's a brutal experience. I can tell you, do it yourself.

6. Smashed And Splattered Organs

7. Hatred

8. Nymphomaniac Collector

Her vagina seizes of her brain, she can only think with his wet and serpentine clit. She knows clearly that is needing a new dick again!! This suitable appointment is in front of me and is of the colour that I needed...yellow. Her enchantments allow her to take him to the nest luxury and death. I let myself take by my nymphomaniac and once he has penetrated me I satiate my thirst of sex. I'm about to the orgasm. I section your member surrounding it with a fine and deathly wire, leaving you bleeding, maintaining inside my cunt your still trembling penis. And later on I move treacherously to my hall of trophies where in a refrigerator I conserve the cocks of all my previous treasures. I'm the dick hunter, I have them and own them for ever. Would you like to be part of my collection? Don't try to find me, don't hide either. Because I'll look to find you and your venerated dick to increase the list of the catalogue of my fridge.

9. Flesh Art

Once again my great sculptor approaches to me, creator of works of meat grafted vile and maliciously. He has still not finished sewing the last member to his new creation and this is shaken and even fishtailed in it's last convulsions. It comforts me to see how organs, extremities and even eyes and heads are shaken and even united to other pieces of other bodies. Is the monstrosity done art. It's the beauty of the sadism inserted in vomit, excrements, guts and bones altar. What it doesn't compromise the sculpture is used like putrid and infected strongpoint. Is to share the pain and the crudity by a thread of macabre madness. When this living and suffering sculpture losts it's sense existence and suffering are over. The exit of all this consists in searching it on that great store, the streets, the city, the world. Some more raw material with whom this gallery of fear and terror will be able to continue. Museum of shouts, hatred, rages and meat. Is the monstrosity done art. It's the beauty of the sadism inserted in vomits, excrements, guts and bones altar.





CEREBRAL EFFUSION LYRICS